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01st Strike | Audio
[Ever since arriving, Bruce has spent the better part his time here trying to decide how best to handle this situation. He's long since shed his costume and put it away on the lower floor of his suite. Best not to put that on for a while. After, he combed through the suite (yes in his underwear) and tried his radio with no success.
That's when he spots the console.
When Bruce activates the voice function on his console, he's putting away the Batman voice, in order to sound as innocuous as possible. He has no civilian clothes and he would really rather not have the Batman associated with him. It's bad enough the kedan saw him in costume. He needed to put some distance between himself and the suit as quickly as possible.]
My name is Bruce and it seems I've lost my shorts in the water. [Embarrassed laugh.] Would someone mind letting me know where I could find some clothes?
That's when he spots the console.
When Bruce activates the voice function on his console, he's putting away the Batman voice, in order to sound as innocuous as possible. He has no civilian clothes and he would really rather not have the Batman associated with him. It's bad enough the kedan saw him in costume. He needed to put some distance between himself and the suit as quickly as possible.]
My name is Bruce and it seems I've lost my shorts in the water. [Embarrassed laugh.] Would someone mind letting me know where I could find some clothes?
audio;
[Oops, right. He's supposed to be naked.]
Of course not. I've got this handy blanket.
audio;
Tell me suite, I shall bring sufficient attire to you.
[No, really, Father. Just. Don't.]
audio;
Hold on.
[He actually already knows his suite. But playing clueless is part of his schtick. It's hard. It's hard and no one understands.]
ME-3A. Thank you, I appreciate this...[Insert name here, Damien.]
audio; -> action;
[Instead, he shows up a bit later, with packed - mostly local-flavor, but not exclusively - and perfectly fitting clothes.]
[Yes, Bruce, have a tiny person that looks like a more exotic version of yourself knocking on your door. At least he's not coming in through the window?]
action;
When Damien knocks, Bruce answers wrapped in his handy blanket.]
Hello--whoa.
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action;
You are young.
[And he holds out the clothes at him, face drawing into a deeper scowl. As he goes on unceremoniously.]
There is another of you, here. Older.
[... but he will keep his voice very much down, and not come inside uninvited.]
ooc: There are no Damiens here. It's Damian, please?
action;
I'm sorry, what?
ooc: sorry.
action;
People come here from different versions of reality, from different worlds, and from different times.
No go put some trousers on.
[Which might, without Damian meaning it to, sound a lot like Alfred for a moment.]
ooc: NP! Just... putting it in before it gets to knee-jerk moment.
action;
Who are you?
[Aside from some kind of weird miniature version of himself.]
action;
[(And he didn't care, anyway. He didn't. He didn't.)]
Damian Wayne.
action;
[Bruce is trying to parse this. Distant relative? Alternate self? Certainly not his child. Bruce hasn't had a date in months. Years, probably.]
It's nice meet you, Damian. And you're right. I should put some pants on.
action;
[Yeah, he has no idea what to do about this... thing that the Emperor has called in, somehow. He seems so... simple.]
[So Damian shoves the clothes he got him into Bruce's arms. And turns around to go.]
action;
Bruce takes the clothes and gladly disappears back into his suite.
That was really bizarre.]